The Boys And The Apple-Tree
As William and Thomas were walking one day,
They came by a fine orchard's side:
They would rather eat apples than spell, read, or play,
And Thomas to William then cried: "O brother, look yonder! what clusters hang there!
I'll try and climb over the wall:
I must have an apple;
I will have a pear;
Although it should cost me a fall!" Said William to Thomas, "To steal is a sin,
Mamma has oft told this to thee:
I never have stolen, nor will I begin,
So the apples may hang on the tree. " "You are a good boy, as you ever have been," Said Thomas, "let's walk on, my lad:
We'll call on our schoolfellow,
Benjamin Green,
Who to see us I know will be glad.
Ann Taylor
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